Become the Lord God from adversity

Chapter 9
The carriage is very spacious, and even if Yue Zhou and Mr. Butterfly sit in it together, they will not feel crowded at all.

The chef's freshly cooked dishes and warm wine are placed on the small desk, and the aroma is overflowing, and the aroma of the wine is tangy.

At this time, Mr. Butterfly didn't act like a guest at all, on the contrary, he was more at ease than the master Yue Zhou.

Lying on the soft cushion, smelling the fine wine, he tsk-tsk: "Which family are you from? You are so good at playing when you go out, Mr. Butterfly has only seen you in your life."

Yue Zhou just slapped his head at this time, poured a glass of wine for Mr. Butterfly, and said with a smile: "I forgot, the three young masters who sealed the sword in the world have no heart. But now my name is Yue Zhou."

"Oh?! The sword is sealed in the world? I heard that the famous sword sect in the misery is very powerful. You are their young master. Why do you come to me?" Mr. Butterfly picked up the wine in his glass, sniffed it lightly, his face full of intoxication.

Yue Zhou smiled and said nothing, and Mr. Butterfly didn't care: "It's fine if you don't want to talk about it, there are just a lot of troublesome things in a big organization like yours."

Obviously, Mr. Butterfly seems to have misunderstood something, and Yue Zhou didn't intend to explain.

Lying on the back cushion, Mr. Butterfly drank the fine wine in the glass, admiring on his face: "Praise! Good wine, soft in the mouth, at least 50 years of old cellar rice wine. Tasteful, Mr. Butterfly appreciates you."

On the contrary, Yue Zhou chuckled: "I heard that Mister Butterfly is from overseas, and the customs and habits are very different from those in the Central Plains. I thought that Mister Butterfly was not used to drinking wine from the Central Plains."

"Do as the Romans do when you come to the countryside. After a long time, you will naturally get used to it."

Inside the carriage, Mr. Butterfly and Yue Zhou chatted one after another.

Suddenly, Mr. Butterfly set his sights on Yue Zhou's long sword.

"The saber is a good saber, but seeing that your internal foundation is so shallow, and your martial arts should be sparse, do you really know how to use a saber?" Lord Butterfly said.

Yue Zhou lightly grasped the sheathed long knife and placed it in front of his body: "It's not called knowing how to use a knife, but I was born in the world to seal the knife, so I know a little bit."

In fact, Yue Zhou really didn't talk nonsense.

Perhaps he had doubts in his heart, or perhaps he saw that human immortal martial arts were simply not suitable for the "Emperor's Heavenly Slashing Style".

After Yue Zhou practiced human immortal martial arts, Dao Wuji had no intention of teaching him the "Emperor's Heavenly Slashing Style", so he had no choice but to buy the "Thunder Prison Sword Sutra", one of the human immortal martial arts. The martial arts sword technique.

"Thunder Prison Knife Sutra" is a martial arts sword technique, but it is different from other human immortal martial arts.

This saber technique abandons all functions of torturing the body and studying the spirit, and is a saber technique purely for killing.

Abandoning everything else, what you get in return is the ultimate lethality. With one swing of the knife, you have concentrated all your energy, will, and essence, and gathered one knife, in exchange for extremely terrifying power.

This kind of saber technique has nothing to do with detachment or sublimation. It is a saber technique purely used to kill enemies, and it is a real killing technique.

Yue Zhou practiced hard every day when the sword was sealed in the world, and finally reached the innate martial arts realm of integrating soul and body within a year, and he began to practice the "Thunder Prison Sword Sutra".

There are three ultimate moves in this sword technique: the first move is 'Lightning Arc Light', the second move is 'Yin Yang Purgatory', and the third move is 'Heaven and Earth Oven'.

Only at the level of a congenital martial artist can one comprehend the first move of "Thunderbolt Arc Light". After this move has been practiced perfectly, spread out the saber gesture, the saber is like an arc of electric python, shining all over the body, water will not enter, even if it is a flying arrow Rain cannot penetrate for a short time.

As for the latter "Yin Yang Purgatory", it can only be practiced after reaching the realm of the Grand Master of Marrow Training, and "Heaven and Earth Oven" can only be practiced after reaching the realm of Martial Saint.

It was on Shenwu Peak that Yue Zhou practiced the knife of 'Thunder Swift Arc' to the point of proficiency, and only then did he dare to come out and walk the rivers and lakes.

According to Yue Zhou's own estimates, he may not be considered a master now, but he should not be able to deal with it by ordinary monsters.

If the opportunity is grasped well and the 'Lightning Lightning Arc' is used, even third-rate masters will be cut by the sword.

However, thinking of this, Yue Zhou had a whim, and looked at Mr. Butterfly: "Little Butterfly, do you sell your sword skills?"

"Little...Little Butterfly?!" Mr. Butterfly's tone suddenly changed: "I am the number one killer in the Northern Territory, how dare you call me by such a shameless title!"

"Don't care, don't care." Yue Zhou waved his hand indifferently.

He is very familiar with Mr. Butterfly's temper. Except when it comes to gold and Gongsun Yue in the future, Mr. Butterfly is actually not a particularly difficult person to get along with.

At least, he doesn't care about such small things.

"But forget it. You can call me whatever you like. I have always been very patient with capable customers." Mr. Butterfly raised his eyebrows, but in the end he didn't care. He changed his voice and said, "But you want to buy me. Knife technique?"

"I'm interested, what do you think? Do you want to sell it?" Yue Zhou looked at Mr. Butterfly with interest.

"Sell! But, can you afford it? Mister Butterfly's knife is sky-high."

"Really?! Is 50 taels of gold enough?" With the backing of the Truth Trading Network, Yue Zhou really has a lot of money.

As soon as this sentence came out, even Mr. Butterfly was moved: "50 taels of gold? What a big deal, is Tianxia Fengdao really so rich?"

"You think...?" Yue Zhou looked at Mr. Butterfly feeling a little funny.

"Mr. Butterfly can't help but want to do business without money." Mr. Butterfly said bluntly.

But Yue Zhou laughed: "Really? But unfortunately, this money is not sealed by the world."

"Aren't you afraid of causing trouble for yourself?" Mr. Butterfly looked at Yue Zhou, and quietly put his hand on Butterfly Chop.

Yue Zhou smiled faintly: "I'm really not afraid. If Mr. Butterfly was a villain who would do anything for money, I guess the amount of gold in the entire Yinchuan River would have increased tenfold by now."

"Yeah! That makes sense. Although gold is good, Mr. Butterfly has his own principles." Mr. Butterfly nodded, and looked at Yue Zhou with a three-point appreciation: "However, you are so relieved to entrust your destiny to Yue Zhou." Someone else decides?"

Yue Zhou drank the wine in his glass: "Of course not, the more important reason is that if I don't want to, no one can take any of this gold."

Mr. Butterfly shook his head: "Although I don't know where your confidence comes from, Mr. Butterfly appreciates you."

"However, appreciation is appreciation, and business is business. My knife skills can be sold, but 50 taels of gold is not enough!" At this time, Mr. Butterfly changed his voice again and changed the topic back.

When Yue Zhou heard it, he became more interested: "Then how much do you want?"

"This butterfly is pleasing to your eyes, with millions of gold, Mr. Butterfly never hides anything private, can you afford it?"

"Tsk. Forget it, let's talk about it when I have money." Yue Zhou shook his head and replied with a smile.

"Shut up!"

At this moment, the carriage stopped, and at the same time, a noise came from outside the carriage.

"My lord, there are bandits coming!" At this time, the coachman opened the door curtain, but said to Yue Zhou with a calm expression.

He watched Yue Zhou enter Yinchuan Butterfly Valley, and took Mr. Butterfly into the car. What are these little bandits?
"Tsk! What a disturbing group of miscellaneous fish." Mr. Butterfly said nonchalantly.

"No way, who made you famous, Little Butterfly? I found escorts before, and you scared away the guards who dealt with these thieves. Now, these thieves naturally dare to come out." Yue Zhou muffled Covering his forehead, he said helplessly.

The reason why he hired guards to protect the carriage before was to avoid these unnecessary troubles.

It's a pity that the guards didn't have the courage. When Yue Zhou came out of Yinchuan, they all ran away, leaving only the coachman and the chef.

So now there is only such a lonely carriage left, which looks very dignified, and there is no guard, so it naturally becomes fat in the eyes of these bandits.

"Is it my fault?" Mr. Butterfly looked indifferent and dropped a peanut into his mouth.

"What do I want to ask?" At this moment, Yue Zhou looked at Mr. Butterfly.

Mr. Butterfly was lying on the soft cushion, without even looking outside: "What are you looking at? A group of miscellaneous fish that can't even be considered a monster. Are you going to let Mr. Butterfly do it yourself?"

"Don't you know some martial arts, go and send them away." Saying this, Mister Butterfly added a peanut, which was crispy and delicious.

While eating, he called out: "Chef in the back, could you please bring me another plate of peanuts?"

"..." Yue Zhou was speechless.

"Forget it, if you do it yourself, you can do it yourself. After you have practiced it yourself, you haven't actually fought it. Going now can be regarded as eliminating harm for the people."

"Hey. Hiring bodyguards is still hard work, life is hard!"

With that said, Yue Zhou got out of the carriage holding the long knife at his waist.

In front of the carriage, there are more than a dozen fierce and burly men, all of them holding knives.

"Haha... I thought who was in the carriage? So it's just such a boy?" Seeing Yue Zhou get off the carriage, the bandit on the other side relaxed and laughed.

Although Yue Zhou practiced immortal martial arts and had a strong physical body, his body was not burly, and his strength was hidden and restrained. He looked like a young man with no strength to restrain a chicken.

"Oh?! I still have a knife! It looks like a good knife, I just need to change this knife." A one-eyed bandit suddenly laughed.

"What are you talking about! Look at this kid is a rich master, don't be dazed, clean up quickly, so as not to have long nights and dreams." The leading bandit snorted.

The one-eyed bandit walked over with a big knife in his hand, "Little boy, you're out of luck."

When the one-eyed bandit came close, he was about to cut it off with a single blow.

Yue Zhou's expression was indifferent, as if he hadn't seen him.

However, just when the bandit raised his sword with a vicious aura.

His body moved suddenly, as fast as a rabbit, so fast that people had no time to react, a silver light lit up, and the long knife was unsheathed.

A faint red line appeared at the throat of the one-eyed bandit, and then, the red line quickly turned into a blood line, and the blood overflowed.

"Hey..." The one-eyed bandit fell down clutching his throat before he realized what happened.

The leading bandit's expression suddenly changed: "He's a tough guy, let's go shoulder to shoulder!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the bandit rushed towards him with a sword on his head. He was like an arrow, leaving deep footprints in the mud under his feet. Suddenly, the light of the sword fell on Yue Zhou's head.

Yue Zhou was in a calm mood at this time, and did not feel any special feeling after killing someone.

Seizing the opportunity, he swung his sword towards the sky and blocked it upwards. The sound of gold and iron clashing sounded, and there was a strong surge. On the contrary, the menacing bandit was shocked back a few steps.

Yue Zhou was born in the realm of a martial artist, his soul and body were united, his physical strength was long, his bones were hard, and his internal organs were strong. How could a small bandit be able to shake him?

If he failed with one blow, the big bandit would never have another chance, and the innate martial artist walked like lightning.

Before he had time to react, the Bailian long knife had already pierced through the bandit leader's body, spattering blood.

"Brother!" Suddenly, several exclamations sounded, but their movements were not slow at all.

These thieves are all veterans. Taking this opportunity, they have already surrounded Yue Zhou. With a tacit understanding, more than a dozen steel knives struck at the same time, wrapping the surrounding escape routes tightly. Seeing that Yue Zhou has reached the most dangerous point situation.

At this moment, Yue Zhou's eyes changed, his body's muscles and bones suddenly shook, his internal organs moved violently, the blood in his body surged rapidly, his muscles bulged, and a force emerged spontaneously.

There was only a soft shout, and a knife was raised, like a white room, or like a flash of lightning.

As soon as Yue Zhouren moved, his body suddenly rotated 360 degrees, and the sword light lit up, like moonlight pouring down.

"Crack!" Twelve voices sounded almost simultaneously.

The twelve steel knives that were cutting towards Yue Zhou suddenly broke, and half of the blades fell to the ground.

The movements of the twelve bandits also stopped, and then, at the same time, twelve corpses fell down.

"Huh!" At this moment, Yue Zhou let out a long breath, and his breath seemed a little disordered.

The knife just now was the first killing move in the "Thunder Prison Knife Sutra" 'Thunder Flash Arc', which kills people with the knife.

At this time, the long knife in his hand was still bright. This knife was forged by Jun Mansui himself. Even after beheading 14 people, it was not stained with blood, so it was considered a good knife.

Looking at the fallen corpses around him, Yue Zhou didn't feel the tension after the killing, and was extremely calm.

The long sword was returned to its sheath, and there was no blood on his body, so he turned around and left.

After trying his edge for the first time, a sense of pride that belonged exclusively to the Jianghu was born in his heart, and the poetry flourished naturally:

"Ten years of sharpening a sword, Frostblade has never tried it."

"Show the king today, who has any injustice?"

(End of this chapter)